Long have I been a Black Mage amongst the lands of Vana'diel, studying and training hard to become the best that I could among the rank of fellow Black Mages around me. After dedicated hardwork and practice I had obtained the impossible -AF2, and the most testing piece and yet most fulfilling... the Moldavite Earring Though something was missing, I couldn't quite place my finger on it. But I would roam along Rolanberry Fields in thought.
Along my typical route in the Fields I saw a figure along the horizon, walking valiantly along his side was a Valor Edge. I blinked as I saw yet another coming from the opposite hill, as they passed one another, I saw both these adventurers stop for a mere moment nothing longer. It was a silent mutual understanding as they both saluted one another and continued along their way. Days later, as I walked through Jeuno, I saw the same silent code of honor among these warriors labeled as Puppetmasters. There was something oddly satisfying as I watched these Puppetmasters treat their fellow brethren with the utmost respect. That was the day I laid down my staff, and picked up the Sainti of the Puppetmaster. It is and will be the best decision I've ever made in Vana'diel. No matter what fellow adventurers think of us, we stand proud with our Puppets standing tall, ever vigilant and ever faithful...
Shamelessly ripped from
this tirade The only changes I did was replace "Dragoon" with "Puppetmaster" and "wyvern" with puppet, along with general grammar fixes. Though it was written in 2004, it's just as applicable to those PUPs out there.